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I found the comments on our loved ones being close in another dimension or behind a veil or different address inspiring. I have had a few moments where I felt his presence Today for some reason I really felt that he was with me. It felt so good.
Thank you Soul Searcher,
Your words and beliefs, which are similar to my own, have brought me comfort and I am grateful to you for that.
I also did not want to be home when the first year anniversary rolled around and booked myself on a group tour to Iceland. Patrick and I had discussed seeing the Northern Lights one day on an Alaskan cruise or something, so I sought an escorted tour group that did Northern Lights trips because I was now traveling alone and thought it would be safer to be in a group. On my trip, a woman traveling with her husband and daughter asked me if I often traveled alone. I explained my situation and she offered her condolences. She also shared the information with the tour guide and while it bothered me a little at first, I was glad she did so. On the anniversary of the night before my Patrick died, I did not join the group for a cocktail hour or for dinner and the guide knocked on my door to check on me. I had completely fallen apart and could not stop crying. She asked me when he died and when I replied, "Tomorrow would make a year," she hugged me harder and asked if she could bring me anything. I told her that I would be okay and gave her a couple of beers called, "Northern Lights" that I had picked up in a town we previously visited. I told her that they were for her and for the driver and asked if they would simply toast to my husband's memory and in his honor. She asked me to join them but I explained that I just needed to spend the night alone with my husband even if only in spirit. She understood and thanked me.
Going on Slowly,
Your story sent a chill up my spine when I read it because I experienced something very similar with my husband. I thought I had seen our canine son walking on the edge of a window and when I said, "Get down honey, you're going to get hurt," I then heard my Patrick's voice say, "What? What's going on?" I realized I was not entirely awake and kept my eyes shut because I also felt him behind me with his left arm under my neck and stretched out beyond my shoulder. I didn't want the moment to end. The next thing I remembered was seeing him in front of me and looking at me. He said nothing - just looked at me. Before I knew it, he was gone and I was awake. I was not afraid and said a little prayer to give thanks for the wonderful visit.
When The one year anniversary came I went on a vacation. I did not want to be here. I didn't enjoy the travelling alone, no one to say "Hey isn't that interesting!" to, so that got old fast. But I was glad I did it.
At the airport when they robotically ask you the questions at security I was doing fine, until all of a sudden. "Do you have family at home?" No I thought, we had no children, I don't have family, & tears slowly came down my face. He was so nice. Asked me if I was OK & sent me on my way. I was fine until he said that. How fast a reminder can come. Of course in Europe I was constantly asked why I was alone. Travel alone & yo sure stick out. From bus drivers, waiters, shop owners, on a day tour. It was constant. My accent gave it away * wasn't from there and people HAD to know. Wold have bee nice to just meld & be left alone. & not constantly reminded my husband died so I am alone.
I am sorry for your loss. I totally agree with on “our loved ones is simply a different address”. It is my belief that our loves do still worry and care for us. About a month after my wife Lori died, I had a very comforting encounter, using one of the most well respected mediums in the country, that has solidified my belief of that.
My symbol is a little white rabbit named C.J. Bunny. It became a very powerful symbol for my wife and me during our marriage. He would travel with us. He is probably as close to being the Velveteen rabbit as a little bunny can be. Now he travels with me riding shotgun; he helps me get through the tough times by helping remember what a precious gift I was given. Even though the amount of time together wasn’t long enough
I talk to my wife all the time. I believe heaven is around us not in the sky. I think it functions at a different frequency. So I truly believe our loved ones can check up on us and can hear when we talk to them. I think they have their own things going on in that next realm; but on special days and when we are truly in need they are close. I think our loved ones will come to us.
Dream state is probably one of the best times; because I think we can and do have a connection to the next realm. Our subconscious, I think, is a channel for many things. Being visited by our loved ones is a definite benefit
So everything you said make complete sense to me. Thank you for sharing. I truly hope you find peace.
I wouldn't rule out someone at home thinking of you and worrying about you. It is my belief that home for our loved ones is simply a different address. Of course, that's not quite the same as the home we are accustomed to here. I agree that the coming home to an empty house is...well..it pretty much stinks.
Our little family was comprised of my husband, me and our canine son. Now my husband and our fuzzy son are both on the other side of an invisible veil along with my only sibling and other loved ones.
Memories are everywhere and they travel with me wherever I go. Thankfully, I am better able to function and better able to keep the grief in a safe place but it does still surface. When it first happened, I couldn't take a step anywhere without feeling as if I were just hit with a bullet with each one. It's not quite that bad anymore - it's different, but it's still there.
It's been more than 3 years since that awful, awful day and I still think of him all the time, miss him all the time and sleep with a teddy bear and a stuffed Westie pup that symbolize my little family. I don't really care if anyone thinks that is wrong or crazy, it makes me feel better. I remember being in Build-A-Bear with him where we met after work because he wanted to get me a special teddy bear. I even put a sound bite in the paw that sounds like the Cookie Monster and it says about 4 different phrases. The last two are my favorite: "Me so glad to see you" and "Me love you."
Very early this morning - sometime between 4 and 5:30am, I remember dreaming of a younger version of my Patrick. Odd thing is he was in my mom's kitchen in the apartment where I grew up. I looked at him and said, "I need a hug." He looked at me and replied, "Are you sure it's okay?" I replied, "Yes" and we gave each other a strong hug.
I can see I'm rambling again so I'll close my post here.
Wishing you courage, peace of mind and the most beautiful memories that will last your lifetime.
I was angry w/everything, everyone, but nothing or no one in particular. I'd get angry from being distracted from my anger as well as pisst off for being pisst off. That all consuming grief/anger took over my brain. I did & said many things I wound up regretting. In my former life I would've been able to easily to cope with a multitude of issues simultaneously. Sometimes, its just better to let out the anger at every opportunity to clear the mind. Understanding why it happens can be learned at a later time. I found w/my sons it was particularly important to get them engaged in an activity that provided release since male conditioning of suppressing feeling seems to be a requirement for manlihood. Grief has a way of numbing us to the point of not being aware of sucking in toxic emotions - gotta purge them ...
I hope your instructor explained what she was looking for in your assignment. Without knowing more about it, all I can think of is she might have wanted opinions based on a professional point of view. Grief does tend to make us write & speak in personal terms of the heart.
Terry, I am glad you stood up for yourself and asking opinions don't seem fair to be graded. Are you going to continue with the course?
Oh my gosh! I so understand the anger that people are feeling. I am at almost 25 months and I find the anger getting worse. I am not angry at God or the medical team. I just seem to be angry at life. As I have written before, I am taking a certificate course in palliative care. I just recently got my marks for an assignment that I had written. It was asking us to reflect on what we had learned from the course and how we could better deal with tragedy in the future. I answered each part of it to the best of my ability. She scored me so low on it. I have been maintaining a 96% average and she dropped me to a 50% based on her opinion. In the past I would have just accepted the mark and although it would have bothered me I would not have had the courage to speak up. I was so angry this time I sent her an email basically tearing her a new one. I know it will not make any difference on my mark at least for the better but I felt strangely lighter standing up for myself. The whole assignment was asking for our opinion. What right did she have to say if mine was right or wrong. I was talking about my own life experiences with my wife. Oh well, they say what does not kill us makes us stronger so I must be getting closer to being like Hercules...lol
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